He growled. “Please, girl. I’ll snap you like a twig.” He grabbed my hips and spun me around.
“I doubt it,” I said, but my pants were already around my ankles, and his face was between my legs, his thick tongue curling out toward my soaked pussy, eating me, lapping me up.
That was what my life had become.
Lucas all night, the compound all day. I didn’t want for anything, had a staff at my beck and call. I didn’t see much of his father, but I preferred it that way. The other mobsters had taken to me, though, and were all really nice to me.
And Lucas was the nicest of all. As my back arched and he got me off again and again, I kept thinking about how thankful I was that I had married my stepbrother.
My brutal, violent, cocky stepbrother. His amazing tongue between my legs, his body against mine.
I loved him and I was his. I always was, from that first moment onward.
It only took me a little while to figure it out.
I wasn’t going anywhere. It was Lucas and I forever. I was his bride, and he was my husband.
Nothing would ever change that.
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Another steamy stepbrother from B. B. Hamel!
My arrogant stepbrother has a secret.
I never saw a dead body before I met my new stepbrother Easton Wright. Back then I was just another normal college girl trying to escape her small town life.
Easton is an ex-FBI agent turned private investigator, and he thinks he’s the best thing to ever happen to our family. His blood-boiling grin and tattoos all make me want to stay far, far away.
That is until my stepmom convinces me to come work for him. It’s supposed to be “good experience,” but I can tell Easton only wants to experience making me blush with all his filthy talk.
I hate being in his office. He’s such a cocky bastard, but I can barely stop myself from imagining his rude lips against my neck.
Things only get worse when a serial killer follows him home. The bodies are piling up, and Easton is somehow intimately connected with the murders.
He drives me insane, but I’m so deadly interested in everything he does.
I need to crack the case and get to the bottom of my mysterious stepbrother before I become the final tragedy.
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HONORED: A Stepbrother Mafia Romance
Chapter One: Liam
“I’m pretty sure she’s with that guy.”
I grinned at Leary. “Does it matter?” I asked.
The bar was packed like it hadn’t been in a long time with tweakers, thieves, and muscle, all trying to get a leg up in the Mob. I scanned the room, ignoring the faces I didn’t recognize, and finally caught the eye of the young pretty redhead over near the door. I smiled back at her, and she looked away quickly. I smirked, realizing the guy with the leather jacket next to her was probably her boyfriend, or at least some idiot trying to be.
Didn’t matter to me either way.
“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” Leary said, laughing.
I looked at him and shrugged. Leary was a good guy, maybe my best friend in the Mob, but he was a little limited when it came to women. He got his, no doubt about it, but the word “boyfriend” still meant something to him.
I was a little more evolved than that.
“Only if she isn’t interested.” I paused and sipped my drink. “Which she is.”
Leary laughed and downed his drink, shaking his head.
I looked away, trying to ignore the noise of the packed room. Ever since the big chaos happened, and the Mob was torn apart by the old boss, Drake’s was twice as full and twice as loud. People weren’t afraid like they used to be.
But they should have been. Chaos in the Mob meant more bodies in the streets. The true Right People knew that, knew that when a big gang like the Irish Mob went insane, it was best to get out of the way until the smoke cleared.
Two months after the boss skipped town and the place was still plenty smoky.
I glanced down the bar and grinned as I caught the redhead’s eye again. She lingered that time, not turning away immediately, and I knew I had her. It was only a matter of when she’d find an excuse to walk my way. I ordered another whisky, content to wait.